Now that I am dead, I know everything.

Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave - The water below is as dark as the grave, And maybe you'll sink in your little blue boat - It's hope, and hope only, that keeps us afloat

As we know from the study of history, no new system can impose itself upon a previous one without incorporating many of the elements to be found in the latter.

The story as told in The Odyssey doesn't hold water. There are too many inconsistencies.

What a lost person needs is a map of the territory, with his own position marked on it so he can see where he is in relation to everything else.

Whatever is silenced will clamor to be heard, though silently.

I have always known that there were spellbinding evil parts for women. For one thing, I was taken at an early age to see Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Never mind the Protestant work ethic of the dwarfs. Never mind the tedious housework-is-virtuous motif. Never mind the fact that Snow White is a vampire -- anyone who lies in a glass coffin without decaying and then comes to life again must be. The truth is that I was paralysed by the scene in which the evil queen drinks the magic potion and changes her shape. What power, what untold possibilities!